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His spirit they wonld not be selfislı. The selfish man loved himself, his wife, and children better than Christ; but they could do nothing for him in bis dying hour. He would need Christ then. He had better take Him to-day. It would not do to say that he was “almost persuaded to be a Christian." A hair's breadth from heaven was just an inch from hell. Selfish women, who had lived for themselves and for the world—what were they going to do with Jesus? They could not do anything which would please God so much as to receive His Son that afternoon. Another class was the scoffers. They were scoffing and jeering there. If they saw any one going into the inquiry-room, they said, “Look at bim," and laughed. What were they going to do with Jesus Christ ? Were they going to scoff on down to hell ? In hell there would be no scoffing, but crying for one drop of water. It was appointed to man once to die; but after death the judgment. Then they would have to stand before Christ as a consuming fire. What then would they do? Would they scoff at Jesus Christ; would they trample his blood underfoot ? He asked them would they join with Jesus Christ, or would they cry, “ Crucify Him," and scoff on down to hell? Their hell would be a terrible one. Then they would remember all that they had heard there-how be had feebly tried to tell them of a better world, and how they had scoffed, and jeered, and ridiculed. O scoffers! were they going to scoff on down to hell ? Another class consisted of those who came and went, neither receiving nor rejecting Christ, but trifling. They had only to neglect salvation in order to go down into the pit; they need not even be scoffers.
" How shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation ? " The wbeels of time were rolling op and by-and-by that vast assembly would be landed on the shores of eternity. It was for them to choose now. Blasphemers! he had a word for them. They who had cursed God that morning, and sworn at the door because they were crowded upon; they who had cursed the God that gave them existence, what were they going to do with Christ? Their only hope was to fly to Christ for refuge. Did the devil give them good wages for their service? Were they happy in blaspheming the name of Jesus Christ ? Infidels ! what were they going to do with Jesus Christ? If infidelity had done more for the wor! I thau Christianity, then let the sceptic and the infidel cling to their convictions, and don't give them up; but if the Lord Jesus could save them, let infidelity go to the four winds of heaven. Young
ladies, what were they going to do with Jesus Christ ? He prayed that his text might be so carried by the Spirit of God into every heart that every man and woman would be so troubled that night that they would not be able to sleep until they had decided the question. If Christ was the Saviour of the world, receive Him. If Christ was an impostor---and a young man told him the other night that He was a downright impostor-reject Him, lift up their hand and tongue against Him, and do all they could to overthrow Christianity. If he were of that opinion he would throw his whole soul into it; but he believed from the depth of his heart that Christ was the Saviour of the world, and that the man that rejected Him was lost for all eternity, while the man that received Him was saved for all eternity. Young women should receive Christ just as they would receive an offer of marriage-as a bride received a bridegroom. Rebecca consented to take Isaac and to forsake her home and her kindred for him, altiough she had never seen him or be her. But Christ loved them beforeband, therefore they should accept Him. They should give up everytbing for Christ, just as a girl gave up everything for the husband that sbe loved, and was ready to go round the world with him. Now, at that last meeting he prayed that they would settle the question for all eternity. Nobody could help them but Christ. They need not look to that large army of ministers on the platform, for they could not help them. A man in a boat on the river Niagara fell overboard and was swept on a little islet close to the cataract. The news of this dreadful position spread by telegraph all round the country, and thousands arrived by train. The most intense excite. ment prevailed. They shouted to bim, “Be of good cheer; we will save you.” If he cried for help it could not be heard by reason of the roar of the cataract. They tried various experiments without success until the sun went down, and they lost sight of that little islet. During the night fires were lit on the banks, and thousands were there. When the cold grey morning broke they looked, but the man was gone. They could not save him. But did ever any one come to Christ and fail to be saved. He would save them that night. He was their only hope, Might God bring thousands to a decision that night!
The text was taken from St. Mark xiii. 34, “ To ercry man his work.” Just mark the wording of this, said Mr. Moody ; it is not every man has a work, or has some work ; but it is every man his work—a work which no one else can do. Ask yourselves, each of you, what
work is. Put to yourselves the question, What is the talent which God has bestowed on you? what can you do? for there is some distinct work, be it great or little, cut out for you by God. Ob, there are those wbo
“I have nothing to give-nothing can be expected from me!" But if they louked into themselves, they would find they were held back-by what? By leanness? By nothing of the kind-by
— laziness. Still, God gives us as many talents as we can take care of. If one of us bas, or thinks he has, but one talent, and takes it home, and wraps
up in a napkin, or buries it in the ground, then it is taken
away. But if he turns it to account, I tell you he will soon find grace growing. Ile will soon find others to develop and to make much of before long. I know people going on these eighteen years in the same groove. They have not grown. They go on with the same prayers as ever, and, if it is right to say so, with as little spiritual life, as little growth, because as little vitality, as when I first listened to them. Why is this? I often thought it was because self was not ignored sufficiently, and salvation not made the primary and motive power by which they were guided and influenced. You must banish self out of your thoughts in working for God. You must put Christ above all and before all. There is work for you, and you must do it. You must not aim at show; for God works even by base means, and the shows of the world are as nothing. Some gentleman spoke of
Jericho here to-day. See how its walls were knocked flat. The high · priests and all the host went round blowing ram's horns. Ram's
horns! Just fancy the Archbishop of Dublin and Cardinal Cullen going round the city blowing ram's horns. We should expect silver horns and gold horns for them. But God would have none of this. He selected ram's horns-base means to a great end. you must throw aside your high notions, and take the means God has put to your hand. You must do your own work—that work cut out Jor you and within
your reach-even though it be seemingly humble and not important in your eyes ; for remember, as I said, that God works by base ends. that no flesh may glory. Every man must act
Ab I tell you,
as if ro other man were in existence, for no two have the same talent offered. But we must have courage. Courage, courage. That is what God repeated to Joshua five times. That is what he inspired Gideon with when He said, “Let him that is faint of heart turn back.” Two-and-twenty thousand wheeled about and went back, but the promise was then that one man shall chase a thousand, and two shall put ten thousand to flight. The hosts dwindled down to three hundred; but look at the triumph accomplished. Why all this? That God might confound the great things of this world, lest men should say it was won by their own strength; for God is jealous of His glory, and will not give it to another, and uses base means, lest the flesh should be puffed up. I went to a saloon keeper (the American title for publican) once, to try and get him to allow his children to attend the Sabbath-school. He was an infidel, and he told me he did not believe in the Saviour, and that if I did not begone he would quickly make me. I went again and again, and at last be said, "If you let me read Paine's Age of Reason to you, I will hear you read the New Testament. I agreed. IIe used to circulate tracts by Vol. taire and other infidels, and read the Boston Investigator, a journal devoted to the propagation of infidel opinions. For nineteen years he had not been inside a Church door. I asked him to go to church. No, he would not. I then proposed to hold a meeting in his house, and he agreed. “ But now,” said he, “you are not to do all the preaching. I want my share of the time, and I want time for my friends.” “Well," said I, “I will let you
friends speak for forty-five minutes, and let me bave the last fifteen." (Sunday), at eleven o'clock, the room was filled with infidels and sceptics. The moment I went in they began to ask me questions ; but I said, "I have not come to answer questions, but to preach.” Then they wanted me to proceed. I said they should give me the last fifteen minutes. One after another they spoke, but they differed so much in opinion, they were near coming to blows. Some said there was a God, and others that there was not. When the forty-five minutes were up, I said, “IIold hard! It is my turn. Let us pray." But the old infidel said, Look here, young man, the New Testa
says there must be two agreed to pray.” I had a little boy with me, and he began to pray :-" Oh, God lave mercy upon those wicked men that have been talking against Thee." After ths little boy prayed, I got up.
The infidels one by one dropped
out, and the old man came to me with quivering lips and the tears coming down his cheeks, and said,
“ Mr. Moody, you can have my boys to go to your Sabbatk-school;
and he added, “I wish you'd pray for my soul.” Afterwards he bimself became a bright light in the Church of God. It took
months to get him. What want is perseverance. Mr. Stevenson reminded that we also want enthusiasm. Norman M.Leod once said when, at a racecourse, two horses came in neck and neck, the excitement stirred up was intense, and extended over the whole country ; but, though people might get excited about a horserace, if they were excited about religion, people said slightingly, “It is all excitement.” We want enthusiasm. With holy enthusiasm, Christianity will become a mighty power in the land. At the General Assembly in Scotland, in 1867, the Rev. Dr. Duff, the celebrated Indian missionary, then a professor in the Free Church College, was invited to make an appeal to enlist young men in the Indian missionary service. There was money in the bank for the mission work; but the men could not be got. The old man spoke for an hour and a balf, pleading for India as never man pleaded, until he fainted away. He was carried into the hall, and when he recovered, he said, “Where am I? Ob, yes, I remember; I was making a plea for India ; I had not got quite through.
Take me back to the hall, and I will finish my speech.” They said, “No; it will be
death.” But he said, “I will die if I don't;" and he was taken back. It was most solemn scene. The tears coursed down many faces as the old man said—“Is it true, fathers and mothers of Scotland, that you will not let your sons go to India to tell the story of Christ-of God's love-to the heathen ? When the English army wants officers, you are ready to let them go. If it be true, Mr. Moderator, as you announced here to-night, that young men cannot be had to go, although I have lost my health in the country, where I have already spent a quarter of a century, I will be off to-morrow to the shores of the Ganges, and die there a witness for Christ.” That is what I call holy enthusiasm. That is what we want. The old men may say,
“ I would like to baste to the rescue, but I am getting grey, and my natural force has abated. But old men can cheer on the young. I was sent into the world an orphan at the age of seven to work for my living. I had to go to a town thirteen miles from my widowed mother. I felt it was a long way then. My brother had